Stagwell

Stagwell

Name Stagwell
Status
Active
Occupation
Sellsword/Retainer
Age
Young
Race
Man
Residence
Bree
Kinship
Baranor's Hall
Outward Appearance

A lithe young man, Stagwell carries himself with consistent air of discipline and measurement. Although warm in his demeanor, he seems to be in constant control of his actions, considering each word and movement before they happen. Though slender in build, he is well trained, wiry muscle visible beneath his tunic. His posture is rigid, set almost permanently in the stance of a soldier at attention. 

Both his hair and eyes are a warm shade of chestnut. His expression is often stern, contrasted by rosy cheeks that glow constantly, much to his annoyance. His hair is maintained neatly, pressed back and holding closely to his head. His face is naturally boyish, and every now and then, this emerges from beneath his disciplined aura. 

[Update] Though Stagwell has retained his youthful looks for the most part, an ugly scar now rests between his lower lip and collar - indicative of a particularly nasty wound.

Background

Born into a roaming caravan, Stagwell spent much of his life on the roads of Bree, moving frequently from town to town. The older men of the families were well versed in combat, acting as sellswords and bodyguards in order to sustain their income. The women of the caravan often took up crafting in order to support their loved ones, although many also took a keen interest in swordplay. Several local families made up the caravan, and new members were welcomed just as quickly as old ones were lost. The life was simple, but wholesome. 

However, a fiery dispute between two of the most prominent members of the founding family caused a rift that could not be repaired - an infamous group of highwaymen became involved, leading to a ransacking of the caravan. Fire consumed almost everything the families owned, and within the space of a week, the caravan had disbanded, reduced to nothing more than ash and memory. Many were lost to the combat, while others scattered, devastated without those they had relied upon for so long. Stagwell, a young man by this point, continued to roam Bree, trying to carve out his own path. 

Friends
none
Relatives
none
Rivals/Enemies
Loves
Fresh air, farm-work, rum, literature, swordplay
Hates
Cold, rain, snow, ale, arrogance
Motivation
Quotes
"We are all slaves, to one thing or another - some of us are simply not aware of it."

Stagwell's Adventures

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